Andrew in Steamland: Original Game, Do Not Steal Mega Man is dead, doomed to exist only as a procession of half-hearted ports capitalizing on the segment of gamers who don’t know what emulators are. That doesn’t mean demand has gone away, though; there are plenty of people...

Andrew in Steamland: Revolution Nein By Andrew Erickson As overused as the word “hipster” is, I have a hard time envisioning Revolution 60‘s target audience as anything but a coven of bald, bearded, Portland-dwelling journalist-activists. Our hypothetical player strokes his...

Previously, I did a whole lot of drunken running around the Ukraine on a quest to kill some guy named Strelok. Why? Eh, he was probably an asshole or something. I fought bandits, fought monsters, fought bandits, fought bandits again, fought a whole lot of soldiers, and ultimately ended up...

Andrew in Steamland: Straight Outta Cordon (STALKER Part 1) STALKER is my favorite videogame series. Let me get that out of the way now, because this isn’t going to be anything approaching an objective review. My real intention is to play something good and forget about the growing...

Andrew in Steamland: There’s Always More and it’s Always Worse (Nekopara 0) In the introductory scene of Nekopara volume 0, the protagonist’s sister and a couple catgirls get turned on by smelling his futon. I think that’s what Hell might be like:...

Andrew in Steamland: Undertale (or: In Which Andrew is Unfunny) Anyone who’s been on the internet in the last few months can’t help but have heard of Undertale, the latest indie darling to win accolades for its unconventionality. Owing to its underdeveloped visual design...

HuniePop: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dating Sim By Andrew Erickson A while ago, Cody Baier decided to exploit my lust for Steam achievements and issued an open challenge to listeners of The Other Side to send me the worst games they could find. Nearly 40 games later I...

Nekopara: Cat Paradise Lost By: Andrew Erickson Nekopara is the worst thing I’ve read since my last insurance bill. It’s so singularly bad that I’m convinced it’s a labor of hate directed at literacy itself, because it couldn’t possibly have been intended to...